10/13/2026
This time of year, in particular, we have visitors who have never been to Bishop Hill before. They get the same feeling that so many of us do- and I love seeing either the pictures they take or what they are drawn to take home to remember their time here. It reminds me of the things we bring home…and how special it is to be included in that curation.
When I was a little girl growing up in Illinois, my grandparents would travel to South Africa.
South Africa (!)
To me, it might as well have been the other side of the moon. So far away…So exotic…So completely beyond the little world I knew.
I remember my grandmother getting out a globe and showing me the path they would take to get there. The first leg was 3,450 miles away (how I remember that, no clue!)
I could see where we were. Where they were going. And all the places in between. That made the world feel a little more accessible. A little more possible.
I’ve thought about that over the years. How the people in our lives can expand our sense of what’s possible without ever explicitly telling us to dream bigger.
I’ve always wanted to find a way to bring a little reminder of those adventures into our home. Something that would keep the stories alive, especially for a great-grandchild they never got to meet.
And then, while wandering through a vintage shop in Michigan, there it was. An old Wedgwood plate featuring South Africa. It’s going on our kitchen gallery wall. I knew it as soon as I saw it.
And I love the idea that someday our son might look at it and ask about the people and places that came before him. We’ll probably even get out a globe 💙💛